These pages have become a mass grave
For thought and reason
This hellish maze inside my mind
A vortex for the diseased and the poisoned
The diseased and the poisoned
And the poisoned
The diseased and the
The diseased and the
Now I find myself staring at two empty hands
And I'll give you everything I have
But it's nothing, nothing
But it's nothing
Progression through depression
Passion through deception

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